It's pretty hard to dodge that looming sense of reflection that creeps in every December without fail. I'm not particularly festive and often find the societal pressures of "fun" and "cheer" anxiety inducing and pretty exhausting (although, I do always end up having fun) but still, thinking about the new year and resolutions are almost unavoidable.
2017 was interesting for me in that I went from taking my jolly good time and being extremely comfortable to what felt like an extended period of uncertainty and transition. Some of it was intentional, some of it was everything that I'd hoped and prayed to the snack god's for but it may not have gone down the way I'd imagined it. Some of it was not so amazing but none of it was bad.
It's easy to fall into the habit of looking at things through the rose tinted glasses or "glass half empty" but as the year has gone on, I've learned to just be thankful. Because really and truly, there's nothing that I need, per se. Yes, I have goals and aspirations to own a house some day, to live comfortably and to never have to worry about money etc but for the most part, I'm doing ok.
SO. How do I feel at the end of 2017? I have a lot of things to be grateful for. I was able to manifest change and put myself on a path that seems to be a better fit for now. Yet I still feel a little melancholic and...stagnant. To keep it 100, I have almost crippling self-doubt and, as I write this, it's rattling me.
I'm just reminding myself that life is a journey and that it's unrealistic to expect results overnight so let's just roll with it.
Here are some moments from the last 6 months that I've not shared on here.
HNY, u guiz